Away from the Lyell Highway in southern Tasmania, while looking at the lime kilns, I had enjoyed relative silence, but once back on the road the endless traffic continued to roar past and box my ears.
Have a look below at the video of a car coming towards and passing me. Listen to that sound. Imagine this noise multiplied many times over and over, and then deeper and more invasive when the many trucks passed. For most of the day’s walk.
There was a pleasant moment when a scattering of comparatively slow moving vintage cars were interspersed in long lines of suffering traffic. I smiled at all of them and they waved back glad to have someone appreciating their passing.
I loved the geological drama exposed by road cuttings.
Along the way I enjoyed signs such as the one in the photo below. Has anyone ever seen a kangaroo lifting a car? Before you send me an email indicating your outrage at my ignorance, I know the sign’s message is for motorists to beware of kangaroos hopping across the road and doing great damage to their car and perhaps injury to themselves. But I also realise it’s not the fault of kangaroos and wallabies that mankind built roadways in their normal travelling routes.
By the time the day was heading towards mid-morning, the bright quality of the sunlight still indicated the air was still hard and cold. At this stage I was setting a steady pace, and had great ambitions of reaching New Norfolk very quickly. Before long I reached the start of a long marshy area known as Murphy’s Flat.